i'm not too thrilled with this chapter D:

i've had a lot on my plate and i couldn't get things to work out /

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Chapter 28: Playthings Part 1

As I held the two shampoo bottles in my hands, absentmindedly standing in the middle of the aisle, I wondered if it really mattered what one I bought. On one hand I had a mix of lavender and jasmine that had extracts of essential oils to help split ends. Did I have split ends? I glanced on my shoulder where my hair was sitting and shifted the one bottle to hold them both with my right hand. I examined a small piece of hair. Eh…what was considered split? I tried to remember when I had last cut my hair. Yeah, I did it myself. When you were out on the road, stopping at a barber shop wasn't exactly on the high list of to-dos. I never tried anything stylish or anything, not wanting to screw up my head in any way. Guys were easy. Dean never let his hair get too out of control or anything and Sam, well Sam could let his grow. Although too long would drive me crazy. It would look like he was going to a head banging concert. So I always trimmed my hair when it needed done or looked too unkempt. Dean never complained about me needing a haircut although he wasn't really attracted to those little things. He loved me for me…but obviously would tell me when and if I looked like a slob.

Okay, so bottle number two, completely opposite of lavender. It was a mix of mango and lime. Huh…could you mix those two things? It had essential blockers of UV rays and many vitamins that helped damaged hair. Well I for one; didn't give a shit what the sun did to my hair. I was always too worried about getting sunburned rather than my hair getting a little lighter. Plus, it's not like Dean and I were about to cuddle up on a beach anytime soon or anything. This was all Dean's fault. There was no other reason I'd be standing here actually considering what the hell shampoo and conditioner to buy. Usually I walked down the aisle and grabbed one off the shelves. Not even stopping to look at what I had grabbed.

It usually ended up to be something lavender or jasmine extracted. This one time I had managed to grab watermelon, which Dean had said smelled really good. But as I looked around on the shelf I couldn't find anything that had watermelon in it.

I sighed as another woman came up next me. She was young, blonde and probably in her twenties. She was looking at something in front of me and I inched to the left a little so she could get what she needed.

She smiled, shoulder length curly hair bouncing as she grabbed the mango shampoo.

"Have you tried that before?" I asked her, motioning to the bottle.

She nodded and put some hair behind her ear as her green eyes looked at me. "Huh uh. Smells really exotic…like something from the rain forest. It really helps your hair stay smooth throughout the day too."

I nodded, deciding to put the lavender stuff down. Oooh, but now I saw something that was strictly lime. Lime smelled good.

She giggled as she watched me. She nearly scared me half to death. She was petite and short, to say the least, and I was absorbed by the many selections on the shelves that I hadn't noticed she was still standing there.

"What?" I asked her with a small smile.

"If you stand and stare too long, you'll never know what to get."

I nodded, totally understanding. This is why I never stopped and looked…because I'd never be able to choose. I glanced behind me at the men's shelf, probably half the selection.

"Stupid men," I muttered. "Have it easy."

"My husband just grabs and goes." She responded, even though I hadn't been talking to her, and grabbed the conditioner that matched her shampoo.

"My boyfriend is the reason I'm standing here choosing." I said annoyingly but with a small smile because with Dean, I could never really be angry. Not unless he did something incredibly stupid.

This morning while I had been brushing my teeth, Dean had snuck in the bathroom to get a shower. He mentioned something about needing laundry detergent and various other bathroom and food items. So I offered to go to the store with him. Of course, while he took an incredibly long shower he got out insisting I change up my shampoo a little bit. I rolled my eyes. Of all things to have a serious conversation about, he was starting this. "Something sensual," He had said. "Something that'll knock my socks…or any other pieces of clothing for that matter, right off…"

Exotic rainforest woman looked down the aisle and picked something up and handed it to me. "I suggest strawberry infusion." She said with a smile. "It has a lot of extracts of strawberries and some wild berries as well. Plus vitamins." I could give a shit about the vitamins. Exploding rocksalt into a spirit's chest had nothing to do with how glossy or bouncy my hair looked. But I nodded and took the bottle from her, giving her a light smile.

"Thanks."

She waved as she disappeared down another aisle and I put the mango stuff back. Eh, I wasn't really worried about what Dean thought about the shampoo I picked so I decided to go with what the woman thought. Plus, I liked strawberries.

"Hey beautiful." I heard Dean croon as he skid down the aisle on the cart.

Yes, my boyfriend was twelve years old and standing on the cart, gliding the wheels down the aisle.

"Hey." I said as he came to a stop right in front of me. "Would you get off that thing before you run into something?"

He jumped off it and pulled the cart to the side so it didn't block anyone's way and came to stand next to me. "So, what are the choices?"

"Well…unlike men, I've got three thousand options." I muttered and looked over the bottle rainforest lady had handed me. "Strawberry okay with you?"

He smiled. "I was just kidding, ya know. The smell of your hair doesn't really matter to me." Dean then looked among the bottles and his eyes settled on something labeled 'added honeysuckle' and picked it up. "Although I do find the smell of honey and freesia to be appealing."

"Why? One of your other girlfriends use that for their hair?" I quirked and Dean glared at me, putting the bottle back.

"No, but Cassie used strawberry frequently."

Now it was my turn to glower and a smile slowly showed up on his lips as I shoved the bottle back on the shelf. I glanced over the mango again and finally just pulled it and threw it into the cart.

"Or mango works too." He said, a half laugh bubbling from his throat. He turned to look at the men's shampoo and made a face at the section. I came up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist, snuggling my nose into the back of his leather jacket for a moment. "Why can't men ever have watermelon shampoo with extractive lemon?"

I giggled. "Because watermelon and lemon don't mix, you dork." My voice was muffled against his back and I felt him sigh, pulling me out from behind him to lean against his chest. He wrapped an arm around my waist and I snuck a hand under his jacket, gently rubbing my fingers over his lower back.

"I think you knew what I meant." He said and placed his lips against my forehead, not looking at me but at the shelves.

I nodded. "We can pick you up some freesia from the other shelf if you prefer smelling like a woman." I said with a giggle and Dean rolled his eyes, grabbing something that said 'Shampoo for Men' and threw it in the cart. "So…when do you think Sam will stop searching for that Ava girl?"

Dean went behind the cart and pushed while I walked next to him. He shrugged. "You know Sam. Won't stop until something turns up. He's been looking for over two weeks now and nothing."

"That can't be healthy." I mused, looking over tissue boxes and toilet paper. It occurred to me that we hadn't bought stuff like that since we lived in our old houses. Being in motel rooms all the time you never really had to replace stuff like that.

"How long have you known us?" Dean wisecracked. "We're not exactly the poster children for perfect health."

I smiled slightly, cocking my head to look at him. "Saying that we all have to be a little bent to work this job?" Dean smiled and I rolled my eyes at the joke about being bent formed on his tongue. I placed a hand over his mouth and shook my head before he could say it. "Please don't, gutter mind." He frowned and grunted but kissed my palm before I pulled my hand away.

"Alright, what else do we need?" Dean asked and stopped the cart.

I looked at the items in the cart and shrugged, letting out a tired and bored sigh as I realized it was always the same things. Detergent, shampoo, toothpaste, batteries, booze…always the same things. I looked at stuff like packaged meat and ice cream. Frozen waffles and cans of sauce and soup. Things I would never be able to carry around because they would go bad or I wouldn't have time to use them. Things you needed a house and a kitchen to make. It made me sad and horribly angry. I hated this job sometimes, I really did. It kept me and Dean from having a house, a kid, hell even a thing as a normal dinner.

"I'm guessing that look isn't because you realized they're out of Sunny D." Dean said and cupped a hand underneath my chin to pull my face to look at his.

I shook my head clear of the thoughts as I felt his touch. I looked at the aisle next to us and sighed. "Can we get tissues?"

His forehead scrunched and he looked at the boxes beside us. He opened his mouth to say something but finally just nodded. "Yeah, sure." He said softly and watched me grab a few.

I'm guessing he decided not to fight with me on the matter of how much we didn't really need them until one of us was sick. But I could tell he knew my question really had nothing to do with the tissues.

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I popped a few peanut butter M&M's into my mouth and sighed, leaning back in the passenger seat.

"Those any good?" Dean asked, pulling up to a red light and looking at me.

"They're M&M's. Of course they're good." I said; my mouth was full and I swallowed. He made a face at the bag and then at me.

"Well, you shouldn't be advertising that fact then. You made that look disgusting." He grimaced and I shoved him. "Besides, chocolate and peanut butter is not exactly my kind of thing."

"Don't knock it till you try it, baby." I said sultry and popped another one in my mouth and leaned towards him.

His eyes drifted from my eyes to my chest, which was sticking a little bit more towards him as I moved closer. "Now, you see, this advertisement is much better."

I giggled. "You're saying since I pushed my chest towards you you're willing to try them now?"

He nodded. "Oh definitely. Nice V neck." He said slowly and slid his fingers under the material near the top of my neck.

I picked two M&M's, red and blue, from the bag and held them up to his mouth. I ran the edge of my finger along his lips and he smiled, opening his mouth slightly so I could pop the M&M's in.

The light turned green as I leaned back and Dean adjusted himself in his seat, most likely trying to become comfortable again in his sudden tight jeans. I watched his face as he chewed the M&M's and swallowed.

"Well?" I asked.

"I think you're a false advertiser." He stuck his tongue out and shook his head.

I rolled my eyes. "They can't be that bad. They're just peanut butter." I said with a slight giggle as I saw him make another disgusted tongue action. "You're such a drama queen."

"Right," Dean drawled, pulling into the motel parking lot. He pulled the Impala into a convenient space and turned the engine off. "Like the one time you threw that potato chip bag at my head when I made you try them."

"That was different; you didn't tell me that they were Oil and Vinegar." I said and shrugged.

"Like that earns me…trash off the dash!" He interrupted himself as he saw me reach to put the M&M bag on the dashboard.

I broke out in a fit of giggles. "Trash off the dash? That could be like a new catch phrase…like if you were an action figure."

He rolled his eyes but looked at me affectionately. "I'll alert 'Toys R' Us."

I made a move to open the car door when Dean snaked an arm around my waist and pulled me towards him. I let him; obviously, he had that grin on his face that let me know he was in a playful mood. He really was like a kitten sometimes and the look in his eyes made me believe I was catnip.

"Come here." He purred, pulling me onto of his lap. I smiled, trying to adjust myself so I was sitting on him and not hitting my head off the top of the car. He sank his seat back and fixed the problem, now I was basically lying on his chest.

He cupped both sides of my face and pulled me close to him and I let out a sharp breath as he started nibbling my neck. "What about Sam?" I asked, but my voice keyed in I really didn't give a flying fuck about how Sam felt and if he had to wait. "What if he found us a job?"

Dean was flashing his tongue over the parts of skin he had bit and I was getting extremely aroused. Just by that. "Sam can give us a few goddamn minutes. He probably still thinks we're at the store." He slipped his hand under my shirt and played with the lacey material on my bra. "Did I mention that I really love this shirt?" He asked with a grin, looking down the V-neck part and leaning his mouth down to kiss my skin showing through there.

"Twice now." I said nearly breathless. I looked out the window as Dean continued to push his chin into my V-neck and smiled as he kissed one of my breasts. I was surprised that we hadn't been caught doing this yet. I mean, honestly, one time or another someone was going to catch us. It wasn't like we were in a secluded part of the parking lot. We were between a mini van and a hummer. I could literally picture a small family coming to pile into their mini van and lay eyes on us. Their children would be forever ruined.

"Dean…wait…" I said and he pulled his head up, his cheeks pink from breathing against my skin. "Maybe we should take this inside."

His eyebrows furrowed and he looked out the window to see the empty van and hummer. "Since when are you afraid of being a little dirty?" His eyebrows shot up and I smiled. "Come on," He said calmingly, pulling the seat back to where he was practically laying down and wrapped his arms around my waist. "Just relax. Anyone starts surrounding the car to have a look-see we'll worry about it then. Maybe we can even sell tickets."

I shoved him and he started laughing. I cut off his laughter and pushed my lips down on his, letting his hands travel down my back and into the pockets of my jean shorts. Maybe Dean was right, who gives a shit about who saw us. Why the hell would they stand there and watch us anyways? I figure you have to be pretty lonely to just stand in the middle of the parking lot and ogle two people in a car.

His fingers curled in my pockets, like he'd rather be grabbing skin and he skidded me foreword until I felt his hardness prod against the inside of my thigh. I let out a short moan and I could feel his grin push against my lips as we kissed. Made me want to take him right there and then. I pressed my lips harder into his and made sure my tongue pushed the inside of his cheeks.

"Now, if you would have advertised those M&M's like this, I think you would have gotten better feedback." Dean said suddenly, swirling his tongue around my mouth. No doubt picking up small wafts of peanut butter.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him off the seat to collide with my chest.

"Are you sure…" Dean breathed and tried pulling himself from me. Which was difficult. I didn't want him to get more than two inches away from me. Dean was hot against me and my body needed that warmth like it was hypothermic. By then, when he finally found that his tongue could form words, I was buckling my waist against his and pushing my pelvis into his own. Over and over; finding a rhythmic motion. "Are you sure you wanna do this here?"

What? Was he me now? "Shut up Dean." I bit out and reached my hand down between his as he pushed his warm lips back up against my own. I grinned as I jerked his belt open, pulling it loose. I pulled back and gently tickled my lips against his neck as he leaned his head back against the seat and then left butterfly kisses along his forehead as I drifted my hands over the button of his jeans.

He pushed his nose into my neck and the forward movement pushed my hands against his groin. He grunted and left a kiss against my pulse. "You smell amazing…" He said softly and I smiled, rolling my eyes. "What is that…oranges?"

I giggled. "I've always smelled like that, you dork. Now stop distracting me." I pulled down the zipper of his jeans, slowly so he could watch me as I did it. I dipped a finger through the opening and brushed it over his warmth and he hissed with pleasure, squeezing his fingers around my waist.

"Stop teasing." He sputtered.

I leaned in to whisper in his ear, slipping three fingers in the opening and popping the button open. "Can't stand foreplay baby?" I smiled, remembering him saying something like that to me one time; knowing if he was doing something like this to me I'd be frustrated as hell. I couldn't stand foreplay and it made me wonder how much Dean could take. He felt extremely hard already as he pushed his length against my fingers while he bucked his waist.

"I hate foreplay." He bit out, moving my hands away from him as he freed himself from his jeans. I smiled at the sudden relief he seemed to be having from not feeling so trapped and cramped in his jeans anymore.

I eyed him, running my fingers across his rigid, sweat, and among other things, streaked skin. He groaned, falling back into the seat. "Your body doesn't seem to mind it."

"My body has a mind of its own when it comes to you." He whispered, his eyes nearly rolling back in his head as he shut them. I squeezed him, hard enough to bring about an orgasm right there. He was shaking, everywhere. If I did that again, he'd have no choice. So I pinched little pieces of skin around his waist and lower, pushing just hard enough but it wasn't sufficient to bring him satisfaction. Sexual frustration looked so good on his features.

"You gonna make me beg?" He asked suddenly. He had a smile on his face but I knew he was totally willing to start pleading to me if need be.

"Just one word will do." I said with a small smile and placed a kiss on his lips. I stopped moving my hands completely and it seemed to heighten his need to beg because he didn't hesitate and I saw all his pride vanish from his eyes.

"Please…" He whispered, desperate and hot against my face.

I smiled, pulling his lips to mine and sped up my hands, pushing and quickening. I didn't stop as a loud moan escaped his lips and I stroked out the pleasure by caressing a few more hard times. Finally he collapsed against the seat, looking extremely exhausted. He was panting and trying to calm down his rapid heartbeat.

I looked at our laps. "I'm glad we bought tissues…I should definitely tease you more often."

He grinned, craning a hand around my neck to pull me in for a harsh kiss. "Yes…you should."

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"What took you guys so long?" Sam asked as we walked in the door with the grocery bags.

Dean cleared his throat, popping the bags one the table. "Lot of traffic."

I looked at Dean and gave him a small smile and he gave me this cocky grin that could tell anyone he was still on a cloud somewhere. That's what happens when there's lasting euphoria still pumping itself hard into your veins.

Sam just shook his head and rubbed a hand over his face. "I don't even want to know. Just please tell me there's no stains anywhere."

"Don't ask me any questions, I'll tell you no lies." I said softly and started taking things out of the plastic bags to put away in the duffels…or in the cabinets. Whatever worked. "So, what did Ellen say? You did call her right?"

Sam looked almost sullen as I brought up Ellen's name. He closed his laptop and stood. "She's got nothing. No one's heard anything about Ava. She just…" He made a poofing motions with his hands. "…into thin air, you know?"

I winced. "Sorry Sam."

He nodded. "Yeah. Ellen did have one thing. A hotel in Cornwall, Connecticut –- two freak accidents in the past three weeks."

Guess we had a job. I grabbed the miscellaneous duffel and shoved all the things we had bought at the store into it. I left a beer out for Sam though; he looked like he needed one. I, on the other hand, was eyeing that coffee by the sink.

"Yeah, what's that have to do with Ava?" Dean asked as I grabbed a mug to fill with coffee. I didn't feel like sugar today, but a lot of milk sounded good. It tasted creamier that way.

Sam shrugged. "It's a job. I mean, a lady drowned in the bathtub, then a few days ago, guy falls down the stairs, head turns a complete 180. Which isn't exactly normal, you know? But I told Ellen we'd think about checking it out."

"Huh…" Dean said slowly and I watched him sit on one of the beds.

Yeah, I picked it up too. "You feeling okay Sam?" I asked as I took a seat next to Dean. He wrapped an arm around my waist and squeezed, burying his nose in my hair.

Sam looked at us for a minute and I honestly thought he was looking at us like we were crazy. What? We just thought Sam was a little off that's all. Ava had been missing for two weeks and now Sam wanted to work a job. I figured he'd be more upset after he realized we couldn't locate her that's all. I figured depression and hearing Death Cab blaring in the room as Dean and I walked back. It was just the way Sam handled things. Wasn't the healthiest but I mean, who dealt with grief and guilt healthily?

"Ya know," Sam said thoughtfully, sitting on the bed across from us. "Every time you two act like lust bunnies you lose a few brain cells."

Dean glared at him and I shrugged, taking a sip of my coffee. "Well, that explains Dean in a nutshell."

Dean reached his fingers up and dug them carefully under my rib cage making me squirm with laughter. I pulled away from him before another jab made me spill my coffee.

Dean shrugged, leaning back against the headboard. "I think we just figured after Ava, there'd be more angst, droopy music, staring out the rainy windows…"

"Look, I'm the one who told her to go back home. Now, her fiancée's dead, and some demon has taken her off to God-knows-where, you know?" Sam sighed, running his hands through his hair. "I'm not giving up on her, but I'm not gonna let other people die either. We've gotta save as many people as we can."

Dean and I shared a strange look. "Wow." I muttered and Dean chuckled.

"That attitude is just way too healthy for me. I'm officially uncomfortable now. Thank you." Sam laughed and I rolled my eyes. "All right, call Ellen. Tell her we'll take it."

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